#i should keep writing instead of just rambling

[kxtsukixoxo]

pro!hero dynamight is known for his explosive nature, fans second guessing if they should really approach the hothead. is it really surprising when you aren’t scared of him?

𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ᥫ᭡ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗩 ᥫ᭡ 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘:

“goddammit.”

the pro hero never willingly attended meet and greets, he found it a waste of time. he could be out on patrol, or saving someone’s life instead of all this fan consumed ‘bullshit’ as he stated, but his rankings were decreasing faster than anything, and in order to keep his public image somewhat neutral, what’s better than interacting with his fans? 

katsuki handed out plushies to hundreds of kids that gawked at his hero suit, he’d be lying if he didn’t find their giddy smiles adorable, he counted down the seconds til this was over but it seemed to drag on end for hours.

“next!” 

you approached the man, jumping and all. katsuki looked at you confused, how could someone have this much energy? you were so enthusiastic about seeing him, you didn’t quiver or approach him with caution, you weren’t scared.  

“oh my god!! it’s really you!” you squealed as your hands covered your mouth, katsuki didn’t find it annoying, surprisingly. infact he found it cute, which surprised him more than anyone. 

“i have so many questions!!” you rambled away about all his huge rescues, the recent drug bust he helped the police with, fights with villains that not many people knew about. you knew everything about katsukis work, he couldn’t help but smile, finally being recognised for something other than his hotheaded nature or looks. he answered all your questions, in detail as you took down notes, muttering underneath your breath. 

you remind me so much of someone i know 

“h-huh” you stopped writing and looked at him. fuck. he didn’t mean to say that out loud. “it’s nothing, hey you’re holding up the line” 

“oh i didn’t even realise! i’m so sorry, ill get going then” 

“wait-“ katsuki grabbed your arm, realising what he had done, he let go, “how about i give you my number, we can sit down and chat hm?” 

the pro hero you’ve looked up to most of your life, just offered you his number. you’d be a fool to say no! 

“yeah that’s perfect!”

“it was nice meeting you.” 

“yeah, you too” you smiled at the blonde hothead, unable to control your happiness, you waved at him. he picked his hand up and gave you a subtle wave, chuckling at your burst of energy

•••

you waited in anticipation for his text. you figured it’d take awhile for him to text you, he was a busy man right? but to your surprise, he texted you no later than an hour after you left the meet and greet.

[** *** ****] is this the pretty girl who loves to ramble?

[crow2222]

A little thing I wrote about The Curtis brothers with a baby Ponyboy..

I saw a couple fics like that and just wanted to write something about it myself

fic under the cut !!

“Darry?”

He dragged his head up, feeling as if it had weighed like a couple of dumbbells. Darry hadn’t even noticed he dozed off until Sodapop was shaking his shoulder, jolting him out of his restless sleep.

A flash of panic ran throughout his body once he noticed the empty feeling in his arms, but then he caught the familiar mop of auburn hair in his brother’s arms instead.

His shoulders dropped down in relief, and his arms greedily came up to try and pry the baby back into his hands; but Sodapop wasn't having any of that.

“You fell asleep with him in your arms? You coulda fallen with him or something! Seriously, Darry. When was the last time you actually went to sleep?”

Darry blankly stared at his kid brother as he got told off. Who was he, a fourteen year old kid, to be scolding his adult brother?

He stood up from the couch to tell him as much, but his legs felt like jello, and he could see flashes of stars. Maybe he was right, just this time. Sodapop gently sat Darry back down, settling down right next to him on the couch with a warmed up bottle in his right hand.

Guilt swam in Darry’s stomach like a lone fish in an enclosed tank, a tiger pacing a zoo's enclosure.

Sodapop shouldn’t be doing this.

He shouldn’t be feeding Ponyboy and keeping him entertained while Darry slaved away at work all day.

How will they cope once school break is over, and there is no one home to stay with the baby?

Darry grabbed at his head, pulling at the ends of his hair as he tried to will his headache away. He was always thinking too much, too much. It got worse after the accident. It was like an avalanche had collapsed his life when he had his back turned, smiling away, enjoying the fact that he graduated with a future scholarship for his football achievements.

But then he had to ask for some stupid special icing on his cake.

And now he has two baby brothers to worry about all hours of the day. (Even if Sodapop hated to be called a baby brother, seeing how Ponyboy was right there, and just shy of five months.)

Ponyboy babbled, knocking away the bottle by his mouth, and tried to grab at Darry as he further spiralled. Sodapop noticed his older brother because of this and tugged on his brother’s sleeve.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t mad.” But he knew that wasn't why his brother was so riled up. “I think you should take a good nap. In a bed, I mean.” He flashed his movie star grin, the one that girls have lately started taking a liking to, with hope that it’d convince Darry.

He weakly registered what Soda had even said, but he nodded along anyway. Just for an hour or two, he could rest his eyes. He had been up with Ponyboy all morning in the first place, giving Sodapop the freedom to hang around other kids his age for once.

Darry had planned for it to be like that all day, but Soda must’ve come back home at some point and found him asleep with the cartoons still running.

His feet dragged across the ground, kicking away the baby toys, dirty clothes and trash that had been scattered all across the house.

It’s been just a couple days.

And he hadn’t had the strength to clean the house, or the master bedroom at all. It was in tip top shape when the social worker had come by for the first time, but as the days dragged on and bleed into each other, they stopped noticing how dirty it was.

It could’ve been mistaken for a landfill, from how messy everything was; but then Darry’s greasy unwashed hair hit his pillow, and he was lulled to sleep from the buzz that was his brother’s voice, rambling on to Ponyboy.

[lesbianherald]

i know you're excited for your next fics, but do you ever feel pressured to live up to expectations? i hope not but I can imagine after coming home that might be hard.

yes. FKHJDSLFKJ HUGE YES. big yes. I'm actually a really flighty person. And that little brain worm keeps telling me I could just. leave if things get rough. so uh. yeah. (edit, realizing how rambly I get so slapping on a read more)

at the end of the day, I'm just a guy, and there's definitely a worry of letting people down, through either not writing "as well" or through making some kind of unintentional mistake. It has also been made clear to me that I will not and cannot cater to everyone's wants/desires/preferences because that would be impossible. something I have always known logically, but have yet to truly grapple with emotionally until now. (this is good for me as an artist!)

this is everything from what other characters I include, what character headcanons I want cater to, how comparable I make things to my past things, what version of the characters I'm borrowing from, fucking, chapter length, sex positions (this I don't listen to), dynamics, who fucking kisses who first like the list can go on and on LMAO.

It's really hard (and sometimes impossible) to keep the little demon in my head that says "ohh... people won't like this." OUT.

but i also feel this is such an incredibly invaluable feeling to learn how to deal with if I want to write professionally, set in a low stakes environment where I am anonymous and writing fic. (fanfic does have some unique pressures - whether or not I should continue to interpret certain characters closer to canon than what I sometimes feel is a misguided fanon, what is and is not OOC, how do adapt the pre-existing story into an au, the fact that this is even more of a solo act - no team of paid professional editors and sensitivity readers but instead me alone in my room at 3am and a couple unpaid strangers online... etc.)

I do let myself feel the feelings but it helps to look on the bright side too that I've been given an opportunity here so I try not to sweat it too much/complain.

I will do myself a huge favor and turn Anons off in the couple of days following every post and just try to continue to do my own thing.

[parameciam]

i reworked a bit of the outline of my quanyin reincarnation au and i'm so exciteddddd aksjdhaks god i keep hyping this thing up and talking about it all the time but it's because i genuinely love what i'm cooking (and i'm real proud of the chapters that are already written!)

i have around 24k words already written (chapter 1, 2 and 3) >:D and i also have an optimistic count for the remaining chapters (let's hope i manage to keep that count instead of letting the story get out of my control ;u;)

and i know exactly what i want to write!! i have so many different scenes that i'm itching to write!!! i'm going to implode x'D i wish i could just teleport my ideas from my brain to the screen but. i can't.

BUT I'M FIRED UP! let's fucking go!!!!

[juustozzi]

soccer club shenanigans! also, don't mind the alt uniforms, these were drawn while I was writing and while they're not exactly fic art they share the vibe

[pikkish]

Do you think there are any ways ID software could fix or improve doom’s story in a sequel to doom eternal or is the only fix a full reboot?

Tbh i don't think there really needs to be a sequel doom game. For as messy as modern doom's writing is, I actually like the general premise of how it ends. Doomguy has already sacrificed so much to stop hell, he has already dedicated everything he is to this sole goal. It's thematically fitting that he would have to kill himself in the final blow. And that's clearly MEANT to be The End. Hell has been well and truly stopped, and doomguy is dead. No more loose ends. It's over. No more doom. The End.

That said, because of how modern doom is, ther ARE loose ends, and in fact, there's one very, very BIG loose end that leaves a lot of space for a potential sequel. The whole premise of TAG was that killing Davoth would destroy anything outside his realm that he made, ie any demons outside hell get vaporized. But then, the reason Doomguy dies at the end is because Dav, in theory, made everything, including Doomguy, so Doomguy goes down too. But then, since Dav made everything, Earth and humanity should also be destroyed, which is, y'know, kind of exactly what Doomguy was supposed to be stopping. So either there's some sort of loophole, or else humanity is still in imminent danger, and either way, there is potential for another story.

BUT.

The reason we're here to begin with is because of poor writing that prioritizes "wouldn't it be cool" and "what can we use to make an attractive trailer" over consistent, coherent, and in depth story. And since the current writer is the same writer who got us here... well, to be honest, I wouldn't put a whole lot of faith in a sequel OR a reboot.

(Not to mention that said current writer is the one who wrote the current big, final The End of TAG2, which implies he didn't intend for there to be a sequel. So any sequel written right now would be either him going "well, ACTUALLY-" yet again, or else the publisher pressuring id to make another doom game for money, and, well, y'know, neither of those things have a great history of working out well for good game development.)

So while I don't personally think any sort of sequel to Eternal/TAG is really necessary, they probably could make a pretty decent one... if they had a better writer. But they don't, so I'm not gonna hold my breath waiting.

[rabbitsonthemoon]

I like Eraserdust because the dynamics can move in so many cool directions. And because I love Aizawa, I love Shigaraki, stick them together and that's two characters I absolutely love bringing home the Content™ bacon.

[longagoitwastuesday]

Rereading my own posts about JJK and the tags I left in those posts is making me want to chew wood. I knew virtually nothing but yeah yeah. The parallels between Gojo and Sukuna not only exist, but they are key. Yeah, Gojo indeed knows, trusts and relies on the people around his age he interacts with in that flippant, intimate and vulnerable way (Ijichi, Shoko, Nanami, Utahime); they were his classmates and childhood friends. Yes, Megumi and Gojo do go way back, I wasn't hallucinating it; in the last chapters, this will weight on the scenes in which Megumi laughs and smiles faintly. Yes, Gojo does sincerely care about things and the kids, and tries his best to do good and be good, even if he's also annoying and rude. Yes, indeed it is all very lonely. Yes, indeed there's ontological alienation. Yes, indeed love is like a curse, it is even stated that way. Yes, indeed last words doom, and keep people going; that too is a blessing and a curse, like love is. Yes, there's significance in Gojo using "boku". Yes, "when granted everything, you can't do anything... but just die peacefully" does apply to Gojo's life miserably. Yes, indeed there is a mix of longing for a normal life and being drunk on power, the feeling that one is hindering the future generations and a desire to make it better for them. Yes, indeed it is a mix of selfish and selfless motives. Yes, Gojo musing about Nobara's power being intriguing is indeed shady. Yes, Gojo's death will be done in a way that imply continuity kinda similarly to Cantor's hypothesis on the cardinality of the Continuum. And so on and on. Unfair how well constructed this manga is. Unfair how much wasted potential there is in it too. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop being frustrated about it all. It's so good. It's so unsatisfactory. The last chapter made me smile because oh it made so much sense, of course; it also broke my heart, because of course. I wish I had never gotten into it. It's given me a lot of joy, despite everything. I've drowned in remembrance. I've had a lot of fun. And in short, I love it, quite honestly. I can't even wish I didn't. I resent it, but I can't even wish I didn't. I love it, it's both a blessing and a curse; but that's how it always goes when it comes to love.

[glitchven]

EVERYBODY SHUT UP!!

The relationship between Solus and Coco is gonna make me cry :((((((

Im replaying nexomon extinction rn and i got to the part where solus has to go into the haunted forest and-

The way coco decides to go with solus without a second thought!!!!!!!

Look I KNOW THAT it was probably just bc in canon Solus is mute and needs someone to talk for them or whatever but COME ON!!!!!

THEYRE BESTIES YOUR HONOR 😭😭😭

[eebie]

will be a hater for a second but i will be real. idgaf aboutkabru And 90% of the reason why is bc me n my friends watched the dub and couldnt stand how much he talked with the super breathy generic anime protag voice

[runninriot]

Steve tries to calm his breath, tries to steady himself and ignore the stinging pain in his heart. His dead, black heart that suddenly feels like it’s beating again. Which can’t be true because Steve isn’t human. He’s a dangerous hunter, a violent creature reborn in some unknown hell. He’s a killer.

He shouldn’t stay.

He should leave this home, this town behind and never return. He should leave to keep Eddie safe, to protect him from Steve as much as himself. Because he knows Eddie will not let it go. He’ll keep pushing and pulling and Steve won’t have it in him to resist.

He’ll give in the ruthless urge to take what isn’t his to take.

[onceuponaladye]

Not me going through my diary and yelling at my past self

[izzy-b-hands]

So much of typing in particular as I get older is just shouting at myself 'USE THE FONT EVEN IF IT'S NOT YOUR FAVE. SET THE SIZE TO 12 OR MORE EVEN IF YOU THINK IT LOOKS CRAP/MAKES THE DRAFT SEEM TOO LENGTHY. YOUR EYES CAN'T DO IT LIKE THEY COULD BEFORE; WHY ARE YOU INTENTIONALLY MAKING THIS HARDER FOR YOURSELF?'

and I don't even have a good answer for that lmao

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Sure would be nice to be able to access my Draft posts from a single button click on the main dashboard, instead of having to go through my Activity page every time.

Far from the most egriegous error Tumblr has ever made, but still.

[astralcurses]

why do i smell coffee :standing emoji: its 2:30 am and theres no coffee anywhere NEAR my house girl what

[arolesbianism]

Also fun "hot" take if you aren't willing to rewrite or cut the racist shit in your writing then you're a shit writer. I do not care how much the plot depends on it. I do not care if it would mean rewriting huge chunks of the story. If you are incapable of cutting content that is genuinely harmful then maybe you shouldn't be writing this story. Or any tbh.